CSI:NY - "The Younger Generation"
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Awww. Nice chapter. 
nattybatty55
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hehe great chapter MLA
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Back at the Delko's, Eric and Mackenzie decided to watch a movie. This was actually there first evening together at home in a long time.
"What do you feel like Eric?"
"Anything babe. You decided."
"Okay....placing the movie in the DVD player, she sat down.
"So what are we watching?"
"You'll see handsome. Just watch."
Pulling his wife towards him, he leaned her head across his chest.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Mm...very. This is nice having you home Eric. I've missed this."
"So have I love."
As the movie started Eric wasn't surprised she chose 9 and a half weeks. For it was a very erotic movie. A movie they both only got half way through before they decided to make love.
"You know Mac. I don't think we have ever watched this right through."
"We haven't Eric. You can't control yourself." She giggled.
"Ooohh....now I get it. Though I do believe it was you who initiated the moves the last time we watched it."
"Me??? Nah. You must be thinking of someone else."
"Never love. You are the only one that is always on my mind."
It never ceased to amaze Mackenzie how much they were in love. Never in her life, did she think she would find love after the hell Scott put her and the girls through.
As the movie started, Mackenzie turned herself in Eric's arms. Resting her head on his shoulder. while her sleek body spread across his.
Taking his hand, Eric began playing with her neck. Twirling little circles, watching as her flesh swelled from his touch.
"Eriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic....."
He knew it had been a long time since they had had time to make love. He also knew his wife was in need of his caresses, his kisses, but most of all his love. Tracing his hand down her hip, he rained little circles around it, causing her to purr.
Leaning herself up, she looked into her husbands warm brown eyes.
"Eric?"
"Mhmm."
"I change my mind. I don't want to watch the movie."
"What do you want to do then sweetheart?"
"I want you to make love to me."
Clicking off the DVD player. He picked up his wife, and carried her to their room. Laying her on the bed, he began undressing himself. As Mackenzie watched, she could feel her body respond to his muscled chest, his powerful arms, but most of all is gorgeous form.
Climbing in beside her, he sat her up on her knees, and began undressing her. With sensual fingertips, he unbuttoned her shirt, then began tracing the outline of her beautiful warm body.
"So beautiful Mackenzie. Always you make me ache to have you."
Mackenzie was crying at his words. It had been to long since they touched each other in such a loving way. Leaning himself upon her, he began raining little kisses across her neck, back up to her sweet lips.
As she opened her mouth for him, they were both swept away into their passion that had been to long lost, with long hours of cases and paperwork.
"Please Eric....touch me."
Knowing his wife needed his touch, he loved her with control. Taking her step by step into their erotic world that had long been forgotten. And as they were both on the edge. As their needs and wants were in beats as one, he poured his soul into her, leaving behind her every thought, her every desire that was Eric Delko.
"What do you feel like Eric?"
"Anything babe. You decided."
"Okay....placing the movie in the DVD player, she sat down.
"So what are we watching?"
"You'll see handsome. Just watch."
Pulling his wife towards him, he leaned her head across his chest.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Mm...very. This is nice having you home Eric. I've missed this."
"So have I love."
As the movie started Eric wasn't surprised she chose 9 and a half weeks. For it was a very erotic movie. A movie they both only got half way through before they decided to make love.
"You know Mac. I don't think we have ever watched this right through."
"We haven't Eric. You can't control yourself." She giggled.
"Ooohh....now I get it. Though I do believe it was you who initiated the moves the last time we watched it."
"Me??? Nah. You must be thinking of someone else."
"Never love. You are the only one that is always on my mind."
It never ceased to amaze Mackenzie how much they were in love. Never in her life, did she think she would find love after the hell Scott put her and the girls through.
As the movie started, Mackenzie turned herself in Eric's arms. Resting her head on his shoulder. while her sleek body spread across his.
Taking his hand, Eric began playing with her neck. Twirling little circles, watching as her flesh swelled from his touch.
"Eriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic....."
He knew it had been a long time since they had had time to make love. He also knew his wife was in need of his caresses, his kisses, but most of all his love. Tracing his hand down her hip, he rained little circles around it, causing her to purr.
Leaning herself up, she looked into her husbands warm brown eyes.
"Eric?"
"Mhmm."
"I change my mind. I don't want to watch the movie."
"What do you want to do then sweetheart?"
"I want you to make love to me."
Clicking off the DVD player. He picked up his wife, and carried her to their room. Laying her on the bed, he began undressing himself. As Mackenzie watched, she could feel her body respond to his muscled chest, his powerful arms, but most of all is gorgeous form.
Climbing in beside her, he sat her up on her knees, and began undressing her. With sensual fingertips, he unbuttoned her shirt, then began tracing the outline of her beautiful warm body.
"So beautiful Mackenzie. Always you make me ache to have you."
Mackenzie was crying at his words. It had been to long since they touched each other in such a loving way. Leaning himself upon her, he began raining little kisses across her neck, back up to her sweet lips.
As she opened her mouth for him, they were both swept away into their passion that had been to long lost, with long hours of cases and paperwork.
"Please Eric....touch me."
Knowing his wife needed his touch, he loved her with control. Taking her step by step into their erotic world that had long been forgotten. And as they were both on the edge. As their needs and wants were in beats as one, he poured his soul into her, leaving behind her every thought, her every desire that was Eric Delko.
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Very nice chapter. Glad they finally got some time to themselves.
MacsGirlMel
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mmmm rool: yummy
rool: yummy
nattybatty55
Nadalaholic
Very nice Lind, its good to see them having a fun after Eric having the hectic life of the miami boss
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
The following morning.
Anya awoke with queazziness. Running from the bed, she threw up, waking Michael from sleep.
"Anya.....are you okay?"
"No. I'm sick. Get the kids up for me please. I don't think I can do it this morning."
Heading into his sons room he shook him awake.
"MJ...come on MJ, time to get up for school."
"Okay daddy. I'm up."
Walking over to his daughters room, he found her already awake.
"Dada...uppy dada."
Holding her arms in the air, Michael picked her up. After changing and dressing her, he headed downstairs to make breakfast.
"Dad...where's mom?"
"She's not feeling well son. She was sick this morning. I think she's laying down."
"But she has that meeting this morning at my school. I need to remind her."
"MJ. She's very sick. I don't think she'll be going."
"But she promised dad. It's not fair."
Coming down the stairs fully dressed, she walked into the kitchen, smelled the bacon, and ran back out.
"Mama...mama..." Screamed Caroline.
"Shh...it's okay sweetheart. Mommy be back."
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama."
Trying desperately to control her nausea, she breathed deep and walked back into the kitchen.
"Mama..."
"Hey sweetpea. How's mommy's girl?"
"Up...uppy mama."
"Mom. You are still coming to that meeting this morning, right?"
"Yes MJ. I'll be there. I promise."
Placing the breakfast on the table. Anya took one look at it, and tossed her face into the sink.
"Blaaaah...."
"Aww sweetheart. You are to sick to go anywhere."
"I'm fine Michael. Don't worry."
"Don't worry. Of course I'm going to worry. I love you Anya."
"Michael. I'm just pregnant, it will pass."
Michael stood in shock.
"I'm sorry????
"I said I'm pregnant."
Taking a few minutes to sink in, Michael grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms.
"Are you sure? You're positive?"
"Yes Michael. I not only skipped my monthly. I've also noticed certain changes in my body."
"Oh God. I got to call mom and dad. They'll be so excited. You here that kids. You are going to have a new brother or sister."
MJ wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure if he wanted another brother or sister.
"Aren't you excited MJ?"
"Sure dad. I need to catch my bus. Bye."
"What's wrong with him."
"I'm not sure Michael. Let me find out. MJ. Can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure mom. What is it?"
"Are you okay with me having another baby? Cause you don't seem happy."
"I'm fine with it. I need to go I'm going to miss my bus."
"Then I'll drive you."
Trying to walk away, Anya grabbed him.
"MJ. I want to know why your not happy."
"Cause I don't want you to die. My mom died giving birth to Caroline. I don't want to lose another mom." He cried.
"Ohhh MJ. Come here honey. I'm not going to die. Your mom had a bloodclot that traveled to her heart. That doesn't mean it's going to happen to me."
"But how do you know it won't. You don't."
Michael walked in when he heard MJ screaming.
"Hey....what's going on son. Stop screaming at your mom."
"No dad. This is all your fault. You're going to kill Anya, just like you killed mommy by making her have a baby."
Michael had no idea his son blamed him for his mother dying. For two years now he held all that anger inside.
"Son. I didn't kill mommy. Mommy had a very difficult pregnancy."
"But you're the one who made her have a baby. It's your fault dad."
Running out the door, MJ headed over to his papa's.
Anya awoke with queazziness. Running from the bed, she threw up, waking Michael from sleep.
"Anya.....are you okay?"
"No. I'm sick. Get the kids up for me please. I don't think I can do it this morning."
Heading into his sons room he shook him awake.
"MJ...come on MJ, time to get up for school."
"Okay daddy. I'm up."
Walking over to his daughters room, he found her already awake.
"Dada...uppy dada."
Holding her arms in the air, Michael picked her up. After changing and dressing her, he headed downstairs to make breakfast.
"Dad...where's mom?"
"She's not feeling well son. She was sick this morning. I think she's laying down."
"But she has that meeting this morning at my school. I need to remind her."
"MJ. She's very sick. I don't think she'll be going."
"But she promised dad. It's not fair."
Coming down the stairs fully dressed, she walked into the kitchen, smelled the bacon, and ran back out.
"Mama...mama..." Screamed Caroline.
"Shh...it's okay sweetheart. Mommy be back."
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama."
Trying desperately to control her nausea, she breathed deep and walked back into the kitchen.
"Mama..."
"Hey sweetpea. How's mommy's girl?"
"Up...uppy mama."
"Mom. You are still coming to that meeting this morning, right?"
"Yes MJ. I'll be there. I promise."
Placing the breakfast on the table. Anya took one look at it, and tossed her face into the sink.
"Blaaaah...."
"Aww sweetheart. You are to sick to go anywhere."
"I'm fine Michael. Don't worry."
"Don't worry. Of course I'm going to worry. I love you Anya."
"Michael. I'm just pregnant, it will pass."
Michael stood in shock.
"I'm sorry????
"I said I'm pregnant."
Taking a few minutes to sink in, Michael grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms.
"Are you sure? You're positive?"
"Yes Michael. I not only skipped my monthly. I've also noticed certain changes in my body."
"Oh God. I got to call mom and dad. They'll be so excited. You here that kids. You are going to have a new brother or sister."
MJ wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure if he wanted another brother or sister.
"Aren't you excited MJ?"
"Sure dad. I need to catch my bus. Bye."
"What's wrong with him."
"I'm not sure Michael. Let me find out. MJ. Can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure mom. What is it?"
"Are you okay with me having another baby? Cause you don't seem happy."
"I'm fine with it. I need to go I'm going to miss my bus."
"Then I'll drive you."
Trying to walk away, Anya grabbed him.
"MJ. I want to know why your not happy."
"Cause I don't want you to die. My mom died giving birth to Caroline. I don't want to lose another mom." He cried.
"Ohhh MJ. Come here honey. I'm not going to die. Your mom had a bloodclot that traveled to her heart. That doesn't mean it's going to happen to me."
"But how do you know it won't. You don't."
Michael walked in when he heard MJ screaming.
"Hey....what's going on son. Stop screaming at your mom."
"No dad. This is all your fault. You're going to kill Anya, just like you killed mommy by making her have a baby."
Michael had no idea his son blamed him for his mother dying. For two years now he held all that anger inside.
"Son. I didn't kill mommy. Mommy had a very difficult pregnancy."
"But you're the one who made her have a baby. It's your fault dad."
Running out the door, MJ headed over to his papa's.
MacsGirlMel
Mac's Personal Assistant
aww Fix it please?
Fix it please?
Aww. Poor kid. Poor Michael.
nattybatty55
Nadalaholic
Poor MJ and Michael
MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
When MJ arrived at his papa's, he ran through the door.
"Papa...papa, where are you?"
"Hey...slow down. MJ, what's wrong?"
"She's going to die papa. Daddy's going to make Anya die."
Mac was trying to understand.
"Slow down MJ. How is daddy going to make Anya die?"
"She's having a baby. She's gonna die just like mommy did. Please papa, tell her not to have the baby. I don't want her to die."
Mac wrapped his grandson in his arms, as Stella came through the door with Michelle.
"Mac!!! What's wrong?"
"Anya's pregnant."
"Oh...why that's wonderful. But why is MJ crying?"
"He thinks Anya is going to die like his mommy did. He's blaming Michael for her dying."
Stella's eyes welded up with tears. She had no idea MJ felt that way about his father.
"I'll call Michael and Anya."
Carrying his grandson to the sofa, he just held him as he cried his tears over his shirt.
"Shh...come on MJ. It's going to be okay. Shhh...."
"I'm sorry papa. I don't want my new mommy to die. Why did dad have to make her have a baby?"
"I want you to listen to me MJ. What happened to your mom was not caused by your dad. Sometimes when women have hard pregnancies. They can cause all kinds of medical problems. You can't blame your dad for that."
"Yes I can papa. He gave mommy the baby."
"I want to think about something MJ. Didn't you come from your mommy. Didn't she live when she had you? She wasn't sick then, was she?"
"No papa. But she died with my sister."
"I know that MJ. But you can't blame your dad for that. What happened to your mom was caused by a clot that had formed on her sac where your sister slept. When she gave birth, the clot traveled from the sac to her heart son. There was nothing anyone could do."
"Why not papa?" He cried.
"Well...because no one knew she had one. Not even the doctor till she gave birth. It happened very quickly MJ. As much as I know it's not fair, it makes it no ones fault. Can you imagine how your dad is feeling right now, knowing you blame him for your moms death."
"But I don't want my new mom to die papa."
"Listen MJ. There is no way to keep anyone alive if it's their time to go to Heaven. Can you imagine how your mom is feeling right now. She's looking down upon you wishing you weren't blaming your dad. For it's not his fault son."
"But I don't want Anya to die. Why can't you understand papa."
"I do understand son. But you have to understand that your new mom, isn't your deceased mom son. The chances of your new mom dying are very slim son. You should be happy for your dad and Anya. Not blaming him. That is a very hurtful thing to say. Your dad loved your mom with a passion, and for you to blame him is selfish. For there was nothing he, or anyone could do."
"I'm sorry papa."
Grabbing his papa around the neck, he squeezed him tight, soaking wet tears down his neck. And as Mac felt his sobs, he cried too. For he understood MJ's fear of losing someone you love, and not being able to do anything to stop it.
"Mac...Anya and Michael are here."
"Okay love. MJ are you ready to talk to your dad and mom?"
Wiping his tears, he whispered....
"Yes papa."
Lifting his grandson down from his arms, he ran over to his dad.
"I'm sorry dad. I'm so sorry for what I said. Please don't be mad at me dad. I just didn't understand."
"I know son. And I could never be mad at you. I love you son. Do you understand that? No matter what you do or say, I will never stop loving you."
Wrapping his son tightly in his arms, they cried. Cried for their loss, for their anger. But most of all for their pain that had crushed their hearts. The pain of losing a mother and a wife.
"Papa...papa, where are you?"
"Hey...slow down. MJ, what's wrong?"
"She's going to die papa. Daddy's going to make Anya die."
Mac was trying to understand.
"Slow down MJ. How is daddy going to make Anya die?"
"She's having a baby. She's gonna die just like mommy did. Please papa, tell her not to have the baby. I don't want her to die."
Mac wrapped his grandson in his arms, as Stella came through the door with Michelle.
"Mac!!! What's wrong?"
"Anya's pregnant."
"Oh...why that's wonderful. But why is MJ crying?"
"He thinks Anya is going to die like his mommy did. He's blaming Michael for her dying."
Stella's eyes welded up with tears. She had no idea MJ felt that way about his father.
"I'll call Michael and Anya."
Carrying his grandson to the sofa, he just held him as he cried his tears over his shirt.
"Shh...come on MJ. It's going to be okay. Shhh...."
"I'm sorry papa. I don't want my new mommy to die. Why did dad have to make her have a baby?"
"I want you to listen to me MJ. What happened to your mom was not caused by your dad. Sometimes when women have hard pregnancies. They can cause all kinds of medical problems. You can't blame your dad for that."
"Yes I can papa. He gave mommy the baby."
"I want to think about something MJ. Didn't you come from your mommy. Didn't she live when she had you? She wasn't sick then, was she?"
"No papa. But she died with my sister."
"I know that MJ. But you can't blame your dad for that. What happened to your mom was caused by a clot that had formed on her sac where your sister slept. When she gave birth, the clot traveled from the sac to her heart son. There was nothing anyone could do."
"Why not papa?" He cried.
"Well...because no one knew she had one. Not even the doctor till she gave birth. It happened very quickly MJ. As much as I know it's not fair, it makes it no ones fault. Can you imagine how your dad is feeling right now, knowing you blame him for your moms death."
"But I don't want my new mom to die papa."
"Listen MJ. There is no way to keep anyone alive if it's their time to go to Heaven. Can you imagine how your mom is feeling right now. She's looking down upon you wishing you weren't blaming your dad. For it's not his fault son."
"But I don't want Anya to die. Why can't you understand papa."
"I do understand son. But you have to understand that your new mom, isn't your deceased mom son. The chances of your new mom dying are very slim son. You should be happy for your dad and Anya. Not blaming him. That is a very hurtful thing to say. Your dad loved your mom with a passion, and for you to blame him is selfish. For there was nothing he, or anyone could do."
"I'm sorry papa."
Grabbing his papa around the neck, he squeezed him tight, soaking wet tears down his neck. And as Mac felt his sobs, he cried too. For he understood MJ's fear of losing someone you love, and not being able to do anything to stop it.
"Mac...Anya and Michael are here."
"Okay love. MJ are you ready to talk to your dad and mom?"
Wiping his tears, he whispered....
"Yes papa."
Lifting his grandson down from his arms, he ran over to his dad.
"I'm sorry dad. I'm so sorry for what I said. Please don't be mad at me dad. I just didn't understand."
"I know son. And I could never be mad at you. I love you son. Do you understand that? No matter what you do or say, I will never stop loving you."
Wrapping his son tightly in his arms, they cried. Cried for their loss, for their anger. But most of all for their pain that had crushed their hearts. The pain of losing a mother and a wife.
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nattybatty55
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Awwww im so glad Mac helped him
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